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CHAPTER 4.

A fresh and cold wind passed through her body. Mind felt at ease and amused by the fresh aroma, she just came out of the cab along with Amy when a breeze touched her.

A tickling session rose up in her whole body. Pure fear was taking a huge place in her heart because she knows, something was waiting for her inside the art gallery.

The Art Gallery.

Where she wanted to visit and was eager to feel the strong stone walls of it- now when she was standing in front of the building it felt empty.

When she heard the news about the building of an art gallery she was dying of excitement but it seems hollow. Chatting sounds were clear enough to hear and she felt a rush around her. People were eager to get in but guards were checking the pass and invitations card.

"Let's go, Dianna. " Amy held her hand and walked on the long pathway along with the people. She was getting nervous now, her forehead was sweaty- the band-aid surely got wet, but her hijab was hiding the clue of her getting hurt.

Her hair was caged in a delicate hairpin. She didn't apply any makeup even though Amy was sulking about that.

Her small face was gleaming in red dress and hijab, she dare not deny his gift.

Her hand was under the grip of Amy when she heard a huge and ordinary sound of cracking. Like something open and that time Amy hissed. " Oh! My God. It's damn. Even the door looks like a piece of art. Dianna. " She heard Amy whisper in her ear, she wanted to know each detail but Amy walked forward and gasp.

" Oh! My God. " It wasn't only Amy's voice but the people who entered gasped union. Only if she could see. A pang rose in her heart and her stomach clenched when she kept her feet matching with Amy who was walking around with wide eyes.

" So beautiful. It's f**king heaven. " She took Allah's name under her breath when Amy cursed. She could feel the excitement of people as each passing time, they were gasping, and chatting was getting high and high.

" Ladies and gentlemen. Attention, please. " A manly cheerful voice echoed and they all paused. A man with a bright face was standing at the stairs holding a mic. " This young man's name is Alvord Qin. "

" Oh! My God. He's so handsome. " Amy murmured to Dianna but she tried to concentrate on the words the man was saying.

" I'm glad to see you all in this art gallery. It's not mine, don't even suspect it. " A chuckle echoed at his joke and he join them before adding. " But I'm a painter too so don't take me easy. " Another wave of a laugh. "Anyway, Welcome to the art gallery. We all appreciate your visit. Make yourself comfortable and see the beauty of this gallery. Thank you, everyone. Have fun for my sake. " A wave of clapping and exciting sounds swathed the whole gallery and it faded as Alvord walked away with his bright smile.

Everyone started to roam around like ghosts. Staring at each piece of art.

" Look at this one. " One man whispered to someone. " It's a piece I want for my house. " She sighed, slightly wishing she could see the beauty they witnessed.

" What's the name of the artist? I never heard the owner's name. " A woman hissed to someone and then followed by a sigh. " Don't know, no one knows his name few people got to see him. But I'm damn sure he's handsome. "

" I can bet too. Just look at this painting. I'm wondering, what those hands are capable to do more than using the brushes. " It was a husky and shameless voice.

Taking Allah's name she walked forward not wanting to hear the vulgar talk more, it was enough to make her red. Don't wanna add more.

They were walking around the gallery when she feel a strange gaze over her. It was a familiar gaze and a familiar feeling. She was being watched.